Happy new year everyone. It’s 2025, new year new me, and we are starting this wonderous year by waking up at 7 am to see that the sink is full of dirty dishes. As it has been for nearly every morning for the past three months.

When I moved to this apartment it looked like a pigpen and I really wish I was understating how dirty everything was here: they had three dish drying stations, all three of them overflowing with dishes, and the dishes have been sitting there for so long that the ones at the bottom of their respective piles had grey, hard clumps of wet dust gathered on them.

I, however, was optimistic - “It’s a great price, a good location, I am sure I can make this work. I’d rather an apartment that is cleaned poorly than one that is breaking apart.” Other than the cleanliness this place really is not that bad: the landlord is lenient if a little slow, the price really is good for the area, and it is very quiet outside. But, I should have known better than to do the same as a 16 year old infatuated with a brooding guy several years older than her when I went “I can fix him.”

Girl. You cannot, could not, and will not fix him.

This man never washes the dishes after cooking (which he does on a surprising regularity), he just cooks and leaves the kitchen; If something was in the oven, that’s someone else’s problem (aka me). The dishes tend to stay in the sink for at least three days before the fucker cleans them up, and that’s if I don’t pester him to do so. I am not entirely sure he uses dishsoap¹ considering some dishes were white with… something while on the cleaning rack. Neither of my roommates ever clean any of the tables or floors so they slowly gather oil, food remains, and dust until I lose my shit and decide to pass a vacuum.

To be clear my other roommate is a completely neutral party here² because he never cooks (only orders out) and he washes the dishes he uses after he uses them - the literal bare minimum. The first roommate though makes me want to throttle him, and I am getting annoyed of having to message him once a week to wash the dishes and having to hold myself from telling him that daily. I am also significantly more annoyed than neither of them ever put the washed dishes in the cupboard but heyyyyy baby steps, have patience, be nice to them <3.

And it’s not like he’s not home often; I have once been with him, in the kitchen, as he was cooking more food, AND THE SINK WAS FULL. I will give you one guess as if the sink was clean afterwards. Or even if he cleaned one of the previous dishes before piling on more. Go on. Guess.

Talking to people in my uni who live upnorth, they said they pay a fraction of my rent while living on their own in large apartments with a garden. I am not continuing this stupid lease and in september I am 100% moving to the lovely israeli north, where you get showered with lebanese rockets every sunday and wednesday, just so I can have an apartment where I don’t have to wake up and play the fun game of “can I cook eggs today or did he decide to make a meal at 2 am with half of the pots and pans.”

I am not your mom, and if I were your mom, you need to be less of an asshole son. WASH THE FUCKING DISHES.